Malcolm hissed against her lips, loving the feeling of her nails on his skin. He wouldn't even mind if she was a little rougher, but he wasn't really going to bring that up. Not the first time.
His hands clenched and unclenched on her legs as he kissed from her mouth to her neck. Then he made sure he was holding her and leaned up off of the wall, heading towards his bedroom, kissing her the entire way.
Marcella wasn't going to be disappointed with his aesthetic either. His bed was gigantic and his sheets Egyptian cotton, though they were a deep wine, red. The lights overhead switched on as they entered, though he paused kissing her long enough to whisper, "Alexa, lighting 50 percent" so at least they dimmed a little. Then he carried her to his bed.